How barren eyes glance past
any look thrown afar.
Long the mind has whittled,
as progress is ajar.
Left hanging in the twilight
of an afternoon resumed,
Only now remaining
are my words that spoke too soon.
2-25-06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
NICE POEM, THE THING WITH THE BARREN EYES, I HAVE SEEN, VERY SAD.